And always find
Escape route
And it always suits
I feel little proud
And so speak loud
Among friends
And talk endless
They cut jokes
And deliver the strokes
To make me feel little guilty
But I have crossed the limit of stupidity
It is my short coming
And it is boring
Friends in circle
Sometimes I am left alone
It is bad quality
When you speak aimlessly
Cut down someone to size
As if to win prize
It is making you unpopular
With similar
Treatment from people around
You are declared unsound too